out of the past
by Douglas Messerli
Jay Dratler, Samuel Hoffenstein, and Betty
Reinhardt (screenplay, based on the novel by Vera Caspary), Otto Preminger
(director) Laura / 1944
Despite its near universal acclaim—the film
has received almost a 100% rating on the internet’s Rotten Tomatoes and was
chosen for inclusion in The National Film Registry—I’ve always felt that Otto
Preminger’s 1944 movie Laura was a kind of creaky, if slick melodrama
with an almost sickly romantic theme song, repeated over and over again until
any discriminating audience member develops a headache. Each time I watch this
film, I am forced to hum its sweeping/weeping strains for days on end, and for
that very reason alone I have tried to steer my viewing habits away from it for
years, encountering it only by accident again the other day, after watching a
Turner Classics Movie repeat of Hitchcock’s North by Northwest.
Speaking of Hitchcock, for a far better version of Laura, its
lead equally mesmerized by a dead woman who after haunting him comes back to
life, you might watch Vertigo. Much like Laura, Judy Barton/Madeline
Elster is stunningly made over by the men in her life, which ends in not only a
loss of identity but in her death, both symbolically and actual—the only major
difference being that Laura survives her “death.” Or does she?
Treadwell needn’t really worry, for by that time Laura has already
perceived that Shelby, the man who “before her death” she had planned to marry,
is not Mr. Right. Besides, from the very moment she encounters the handsome,
tough-talking cop, Mark McPherson (Dana Andrews) she is attracted to him and he
is equally determined to win her away from the bad lot with whom she has
involved herself (as McPherson tells her: “I must say, for a charming,
intelligent girl, you certainly surrounded yourself with a remarkable
collection of dopes.”) One might even say that, somewhat like Scottie Ferguson
in Hitchcock’s Vertigo, his own neurotic, voyeuristic and
necrophiliac-inspired love, has called her into being again.
The
film certainly suggests that possibility as, virtually camping out in Laura’s
empty apartment and, after having read her personal diaries and letters—let
alone endured the ambient theme music every time his eye (or the camera)
catches a glimpse of the kitschy painted-over photograph of the high-toned
dame—he falls into a kind of cheap scotch-induced sleep. At that very moment
the door opens and a suddenly resurrected Laura enters her apartment!
But
let us imagine that in his poor confused mind, he solves the crime not in real
time, but in dream time. That he has called up a seemingly real-life dame in
order to get to the bottom of things, and that the rest of the film is simply a
dreamscape which resolves somewhat logically—particularly given the dozens of
abandoned clues and dead-ends that are never resolved—which can never entirely
be sorted out. The film even clues us into that possibility when, as Laura Hunt
enters the door, suddenly back from the dead, McPherson rises and rubs his eyes
as if to reassure himself that he isn’t dreaming. But, obviously, the visual
clue reasserts that very possibility, as does Lydecker’s own final radio
broadcast, suggesting that love “reaches beyond the dark shadow of death.”
Surely that would explain why the man who seems the most likely to have
committed the crime, Shelby Carpenter—who not only illicitly meets with Redfern
in Laura’s apartment, but sends her off, by insisting she answer the door, to
her death—later seemingly attempts to cover up the use of Laura’s rifle and
simultaneously implicates Laura herself. Likely perceiving that his
relationship with the unattainable Laura is finished, he has the most reason to
want to kill her—yet, suddenly, McPherson and the plot get him off the “hook,”
so to speak.
Although Ann Treadwell has
motive, she appears to be too wrapped up in herself to have plotted out such a
murder—although, as she herself admits, she has certainly imagined it!
No,
the man who most irritates McPherson is the nasty, spiteful, effeminate,
class-conscious snob, Waldo Lydecker, who abuses the young policeman every
chance he gets, even to the point of diagnosing McPherson’s “disease,”
suggesting that he should seek out a psychiatrist’s help:
You'd better watch out, McPherson, or you'll finish up in a psychiatric
ward. I doubt they've ever had a patient who fell in love with a corpse.
Beginning with the insertion of his naked body in the very scene
(demeaning McPherson even more by demanding that the cop hand him his towel and
robe, as if he were a personal dresser), Lydecker has pushed his way into the
cop’s life as if he, the journalist, were stalking the cop, rather than the
other way around. Given Lydecker’s recognition of McPherson’s slim, attractive
body (qualities for which he accuses Laura for having been smitten), it almost
appears that Lydecker, himself, rather than Laura, is on the “hunt,” that
despite Lydecker’s obsession with his Pygmalion-like creation Laura, it is
McPherson, the dreaming/dreamy man who takes him over the edge.
For we all know something else about Lydecker that, given the social
restrictions of the day, the Hays Code, and the long centuries of bigotry that
make Lydecker, if nothing else, a detestable figure: he is one of early
cinema's most obvious homosexuals. Although there is no direct mention of
Clifton Webb's bitchy, sissy gossip columnist as actually being a man who
sleeps with other men, even before the film's shoot began, there was plenty of
Hollywood hearsay about the character's queerness.
As Vito Russo observes, even the script describing the scene showing
Lydecker's apartment reads: "the camera pans the room. It is exquisite.
Too exquisite for a man." The narrational voice of the dreamer Dana
Andrews ponders, "You like your men less than one hundred percent, don't
you, Mr. Lydecker?"
And
as Russo himself gossips, "It is widely acknowledged that director Otto
Preminger had to fight to get Clifton Webb for the role because the studio
brass hand labeled him a homosexual."
Since the savior-policeman has defeated time, like Orpheus freeing his Eurydice from death, it is utterly necessary for McPherson to destroy all remnants of present time that remain, including Lydecker’s two beloved matching grandfather clocks. He kicks in Lydecker’s home clock in search for the missing “weapon,” and, discovering the hidden entry to the pendulum machine’s lower parts of the second clock in Laura’s apartment, he ultimately uncovers the murder weapon, oddly returning it its hiding place so that he might, inexplicably, pick it up again in the morning. Like so many of his actions throughout the film, his explanation further represents his illogical behavior—the behavior of dream-time rather than sober daily police sleuthing. And in the final shootout with Lydecker that clock to is revealed as having been destroyed.
Whether or not she truly exists, hardly matters. Having fought for her,
the “dumb” cop has won, and Laura is now his (for eternity if the reality is
one of his own imagination), she now able to transform him—a change he seems
utterly willing to embrace—into a more civilized and sophisticated human being.
Indeed, underlying the entire film and the Vera Caspary novel upon which it was
based, is a struggle for self-improvement, class mobility, and social
betterment.
If
my version of this otherwise unconvincing film seems too-far-fetched, it
certainly seems more plausible than studio head Darryl F. Zanuck’s revision of
the film’s ending, in which the entire story was revealed to have been a
product of Lydecker’s imagination. Even the savvy columnist Walter Winchell
admittedly could not comprehend that scenario, insisting to Zanuck that he had
to change it.
For
me, it’s just as difficult to believe that Preminger’s ending represents a kind
a realist playing out of events. At least, if it’s McPherson’s imaginative
recreation of reality, things work out better for everyone, even if Laura
simply represents the fantastical illusion of a cop who now stands on the verge
of madness—the same position, after all, in which Vertigo’s cop, Scottie
discovers himself in the later Hitchcock masterwork.
Los Angeles, September 29, 2014
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (September
2014).